I love my husband dearly. He's wonderful and supportive and kind and adorable. He's a fantastic father and he's the person who I chose to share my life with.

But calling him "my best friend" because chick flicks and Emily Giffin novels have told me he should be feels about as sincere as calling him "Prince Charming." Plus, I feel like it downplays how important my actual best friend is.

My best friend is the one who coached me over brunch back when "my husband" was just "that guy who BETTER call me."

My best friend is my sounding board when I want someone to listen to my problems without trying to fix them.

My best friend is the one who'll watch Jennifer Aniston movies without saying, "This is soooo lame," the whole time. (She also doesn't make me watch historical fiction when it's her turn to pick the movie.)

My best friend is the one who says, "Eh, those pants kind of give you a muffin top," while my husband—god bless him—will say every time, "You look beautiful!"

And my best friend is the one I whine to when my husband is driving me nuts. (Sorry, dear! It doesn't happen that* often!*)

I dunno. Maybe I'm missing out on something by not having ONE person who's the MOST important person in my world. But I think it's nice that when one of people who's most important to me is tied up at work or watching the game, I can call the other to go for a run or a mani-pedi.

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